Miss Errona (ladyszczyk) wrote in halcyon_halls, @ 2008-07-11 01:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | cecilia, leecee |
Week 13: Tuesday
Who: Errona and Cissy
Where: Errona's office; smell the plants, admire the fine needlepoint
When: Tuesday afternoon
What: Cissy, meet the new woman in your life.
Oh Guide Students. Errona was one of those guides who was usually on top of them. She hated when they acted out of line and required discipline. In fact, she was known for being pretty strict with them when they were out of line. It was not uncommon for her to place a hex or binding upon them. Misuse your powers and you'd learn what it was to live like without them.
It was a positive that her disciplinary actions rarely required her to follow up much. However, she had to keep them elementary or risk exposing her own abilities. Bindings and simple quilts to affect dreams had been all that she doled out, but proved sufficient. No one had done anything to go above and beyond that, and good for them. If you crossed her more than twice, she was bound to take it personally. Then she might consider removing whatever noxious quality that caused such errant behavior.
Call it a bad day, but she'd woken up on the wrong side of the bed that morning. It wasn't as if she was completely cranky, just that Monday had been a relatively exciting and motivating day that Tuesday was failing to live up to. A bit of fallout from feeling underprepared (as in, not overprepared) for the upcoming semester. Leecee dove into expanding her class syllabus into a detailed outline including color-coordination and advanced warnings for preparation. After hours of work (and many distractions from passing students), she had only moved ahead three weeks for a single course. It would be days before she had moved ahead a single month in both and while cutting into quilting time.
The entire reason for this failure was due to her Quilting. She resisted the urge to open her drawer and pour some frustrated energy into one of her needles, but she did not need that kind of energy for the quilt, nor did it seem worthy of conveting. So she held it inside. "Come in!" She called, lacking that usual cheery lilt she had. Her simple silver neck-clasp was decorated with some inlaid semi-precious stones that matched the earrings hardly able to be seen from the cascade of waist-length hair she was working the beginning of this semester.